Monday is Gymnastics Day, which means that our evenings are a flurry of activity as I rush from work to my mom's to the gym. Today, I hurried my oldest to the car, barely oblivious to my nephew hiding behind me, playing peek-a-boo with an impish 4-year-old. After rushed good-byes, I pulled away, and no sooner got into the street before Arabella spoke.
Arabella: Mommy. That was a new Mason.
Me: I'm sorry?
Arabella: That was a new Mason. Did you know we have two Masons in our family, Mommy? Two!
Me: There's only one Mason, sweetheart.
Arabella: Nuh-uh. That was a new Mason.
She pointed to the car in the driveway, a car her cousin did not usually drive.
Arabella: See? That's not his car. And he doesn't have the girl with him either.
Me: Kylie?
Arabella: Yeah, her. Kylie. This the new Mason. The other Mason always has Kylie with him.
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